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It had been Jet's decision. Jet was always the one to call the shots when Party wasn't in the right state to do so. With everything going with Party and the secrets they had exposed about their past in Battery City Jet truly ffelt she had no choice but to have Party get away from the diner for a while. And that's how Party ended up here.
Show Pony was roller blading ahead of them and Party was on a skateboard following him. It had been a while since Party had ever touched a skateboard but it was like muscle memory kicked in.
Party let their mind drift a little as they pushed themselves forward at a quicker speed. Wheels like these weren't as common since Party had first arrived in the Zones. Between the increase of the exterminators and the draculoids roaming around and the ever looming threat of another Pig Bomb the need for fast transportation was a must.
But things had quieted down to a disturbing degree even Dr. Death Defying was freaked out by it. Each transmission was always ended with the advice to keep your wits about you because getting too comfortable is ghost sentence.
Yet Show Pony encouraged a reckless bout of time on wheels. He had been bummed out that there wasn't many derbies hapening anytime soon so he practically jumped out of his skin when Dr. D said Party was going to be stay with them for a while.
"Party you are back in your head again." Show Pony sang.
"You would be to if you told your sibling that you'v been a porno-droid ritilan rat since you could fucking spell. Fucking City Proper…" Party hissed." I had to hit the red line or me and Kobra would've been ghosted. Me and Kobra are deity fucked I swaer."
Show Pony skidded to a stop just outside the the shack Dr. D did his transmissions.
"You need to understand something Party. Every single one of us is deity fucked. Us from the city? We have to work twice as hard out here regardless of how long we have been here." Show Pony said bluntly as they took out a singular pill and swallowed it." We didn't fit in Battery City and we don't truly fit in the Zones as well as we'd like to believe. Batt Ratts like us have to do some twisted shit for survival Party."
Party rolled their eyes as they stared at Show Pony.
"You gonna share that Batt Acid or keep trying to dictate how I should view myself?" Party huffed." You may be Dr. D's paper boy but it doesn't change the fact you are nothing more than a Spearey! A porno droid Spearey! Nobody will ever want you for anything other than a solitary host! I bet even Dr D is tired of you!"
Show Pony froze and clenched his fists.
"Take it back Party Poison." Show Pony hissed.
"No! Fuck you! Robin Hood Honey!!" Party screamed.
In a matter of seconds Party went from standing to being tackled to the busted up pavement as Show Pony used his weight to pin them down while gripping their chin so tightly Party was sure their jaw would break.
"You don't ever call me that. I am many things. A ritilan rat. A porno droid. A damn Raven. But I am not and will never be a fucking Robin Hood Honey." Show Pony said in an unnervingly calm voice." Don't forget I have eyes and ears everywhere Party. I heard exactly what you and Ghoul tried. How a bunch of bats out of hell saved your ass. I seen the strain you have been putting on Jet. I may be a Raven but you Party? You've turned into a damn joy-killer. You are one fucking step from being a lawyer. I've heard from those bats out of hell that found you and Ghoul. Prophet, Mourner, and Mystic specifically. Only small pups and they saved your ass—"
It was a reflexive reaction. Before they could comprehend it Party spit right in Show Pony's face.
Show Pony wiped the spit from his face before he punched Party square in the jaw.
Pary knew they messed up. Even though Show Pony was viewed by most as dainty for sombody in the Zones Party and a select few others knew that when Show Pony fought he fought like a feral creature. It truly rivaled even Kobra's fighting and that was saying something.
Party's natural instinct was to protect his head and torso from Show Pony's seemingly endless barrage of punches.
Party could only hear small snippets of what Show Pony was screaming.
Most of it insults about being a ritilan rat and porno droid. Saying that the only thing Batt Rats are good for is carbon dating. None of that stuck out though.
"I wish I had been ghosted back in City Proper!!!" Show Pony shrieked before all the angry seemed to drain in an instant and he rolled off of Party before laying beside them.
Party was quiet as they lowered their bruised and cut up arms to their side before staring up at the sky.
"Batt Rat to Batt Rat I wish I did to." Party whispered.
"Your name?" Show Pony asked.
Party turned their to the side to find Show Pony already staring at them." Why do you want to know? Gonna give that name to every sandworm that asks?"
"I'll tell you mine. Cmon just the first name!"
"Trying to solitary host me?" Party laughed.
Show Pony shrugged as he reached out to play with Party's hair.
It was strange. Party had only ever felt this way around Ghoul, Jet, and Kobra.
"Not a word of what we may do will travel through static. Show Pony promised." I'll go first my name back in Battery City was Shane."
Party couldn't bring themself to say it out loud.
"So boring." Party laughed defensively." I… I was called Gerard."
The two stared at each other for a while as if trying to equate the boring names used in false monochrome utopia to the chaotic colorful dystopian nightmare they truly were.
"I've never seen you without that helmet." Party commented.
In mere seconds Show Pony pulled it off his head before looking back to Party.
Party cold only stare in shock. Show Pony was stunning. His hair was still a short plain black but he wore so much sunskin it was like was made from the Sun Sandbox itself. No matter where he turned the light caught some form of glitter and it looked like the colors were him.
They swallowed hard as their gaze roamed over Show Pony. Even with the helmet on Party couldn't deny that he was attractive.
How can he look so good with bland hair. If it werent for the sunskin I'd think he was working for the City. By the Phoenix Witch what would his tongue feel like… his hands…
Party's gaze drifted further down to Show Pony's signature polka dot tights and the jock strap he wore over it. It left nothing to the imagination.
"You look as red as your hair care to share your thoughts?" Show Pony snickered.
"Dive side street Spearey." Party mumbled.
Show Pony got on his hands and knees before crawling over Party. He didn't touch them yet. He merely occupied the same space close enough some glitter fell onto Party.
"Whatever you want just ask. Or take it. I'm open to all Party." Show Pony whispered.
Party hesitated as they pressed their thighs together tightly. This felt so stupid but then again stupid was what Party was known for.
They leaned upwards and pulled Show Pony into a deep tongue kiss while flipping their position.
I wouldn't mind if I got ghosted right now.